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I will have it made into anything you like, so that you can always wear it. It will be my wedding-present, a jewel of Akhnaton." "No, no!" Margaret said quickly. "You must take it, it belongs to you. You must always carry it about with you, Mike it is your talisman." She stopped, for Michael had closed her fingers over the stone. "But I want you to have it," he said.
Mechanically he put his hand to his belt-pouch. Yes, the crimson amethyst was still there. He felt for it as though he were in a dream. The bright light made him giddy. The stone was his link with and his tangible assurance that the life which he had led for the past weeks was a reality; it was his sacred token that the vision of Akhnaton was no mere phantom of an over-imaginative brain.
But who can say that the spirit of Akhnaton is dead to-day? Who can tell that the seed of his mission bore no fruit? Thought never dies." "As you like. Anyhow, even before he was buried embalming was a lengthy process his religion as a state religion, as anything at all of any influence, or as a power in the land, was doomed." "You don't admire him as Mike does," Margaret said.
"There was one thing he told me, Mike, which gives me great happiness. He called me 'the mistress of your happiness, he understood about our love." "That was his favourite name for his wife. He was a devoted husband and lover." "Then he really understood?" "What does Aton not understand, beloved?" "But this was Akhnaton, Mike.
"You'll get on to Ireland next I know him, Meg!" "I agree with him in a way," Meg said. "To give people the love of God and the proper sense of beauty, the enjoyment of all that God has made for their good, in the best way, which was surely the way of Akhnaton, seems better than spending the kingdom's wealth and brains in maintaining armies to kill human beings and invade new territories."
He was trembling with excitement; he could hide it no longer. "It was Akhnaton! Oh, Meg, how wonderful! Tell me everything . . . the spirit of Akhnaton!" "But who was Akhnaton? I am in the dark. He said he was Aton's messenger." "First tell me all you can remember." Margaret tried to recall everything that the Pharaoh had said to her.
He was totally without learning, except in the Koran; he was ignorant of the existence or personality of the great heretic Pharaoh: of Egyptian history he knew nothing. Yet what he had said and visualized fitted in with Michael's theory and belief that Akhnaton had buried a great hoard of gold and jewels near his capital of Tel-el-Amarna. Nor was Michael alone in his belief in this theory.
Akhnaton, like Christ, became divine. We could all be divine if we allowed ourselves to be." "Good-night," Meg said, for Freddy was shouting again. "It's late, and I'm afraid I am too matter-of-fact and far too materialistic to follow your ideas and beliefs." "I wish I followed what I believe," Mike said.
Weigall's Akhnaton, Pharaoh of Egypt. The next day Freddy announced at breakfast, which was a typically English meal except for the excellence of the coffee that there was to be a very extra-special ball the next night at the Cataract Hotel at Assuan. "Would you like to go to it, Meg?" he asked. "I think you'd enjoy it I can guarantee you plenty of partners."
Michael could scarcely speak, or hide his anxiety while he waited for an answer to his question. To be able to assume an outward appearance of calmness, he was putting a great strain on his self-control. He held himself so well in hand that the stranger little guessed how much his answer meant to the exhausted traveller. "Amenhotep IV." A cry rang through the room. "Akhnaton! did you say?
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